I was born in Quebec, where the drinking age is 18. On my 18th the guys took me to a strip club, got me so many free drinks I could barely walk. Then I decided I wanted to steal someone's mailbox. I then apparently threw up in the mailbox in the backseat and we tossed the box out, although I can't remember that.

Next morning the guys made sure to come wake me up at 9am, at which point I proceeded to puke again. By that evening I was out at the bars again.

21 shots in 53minutes.Some of the worst combination of shots one can imagine. I went out at 1030 night before my bday and didn't even make it till 12:00. Woke up at 1:00am in the back of buddys car. All I remember is blowing a line of adderall mixed with coke and I stumbled back into the bar and had 8 more shots. Tried so hard to make it to 30 but um yea it was not happening. Ended up puking my guts up in pool table pockets. No clue what happened after that. Got up at 8:00 the next morning did a shot for good luck, stumbled to my anatomy lab, ended up calling the Chinese professor something along the lines of slanty eyed @#[email protected]#[email protected] home slept for about 5 hours. Headed up to bloomsburg with my friends to let the block party festivities begin.

The dude recording all this is a douchebag. We ended up dumping a bucket of piss on him.